On this rainy spring day, I’m thinking about long ago Etta and my Latty family. It would be dark on the farm at this hour, house lit only by kerosene lamps, no outdoor lights at all. Pappy would take a lantern as he walked through the rain, across the road to the barn to […]
Sep 6, 2019
He Wrote Poetry Too
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This post, like the Carson show, is a re-run, but it was one of my favorites. Sometimes, I watch a re-run of Johnny Carson. It’s interesting to me because it takes me back to times that were familiar and to people in the news forty or so years ago. Mr. Carson’s show spanned several […]
May 26, 2019
In Flanders Fields
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In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May, 1915 In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, […]
May 14, 2019
Idle Thoughts and Sunny Moments
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As the sunlight tips the tree-tops and the grass is damp with dew, When the air is filled with birdsong, then my thoughts return to you. Sliding slowly into the day with a cup of coffee and idle thoughts is nice. No deadline to meet this morning, nothing pressing (except, of course, for editing Moonstruck) […]
Aug 13, 2018
Summer School at Etta
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Times have changed and so have school terms. Today’s blog is the conclusion of the segment begun yesterday about the summer term at Etta Bend around 1915. This is taken from my book, The Heritage of Etta Bend. Although the picture is of an old-time school, it isn’t Etta. The words and story are my mother’s, […]
Aug 11, 2018
The Golden Light at the End of the Day
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There’s something about the late afternoon, just before the supper hour, when the day is winding down and the light lies golden and still through the windows. There’s a hush, a silence in empty rooms, a quiet acceptance that the day is over and soon the sun will slip beneath the horizon. Memories return […]
